Math story · Paddock pups
Sheep Groups of Seven

The race spat sheep in calm sevens — seven and seven when soft eye worked.
Groups of seven, said Spike. Count the groups, then multiply with looking.
Suzy clapped: seven, fourteen, twenty-one. Three groups. Twenty-one sheep.
Not twenty-two because Woolworth looked special. Special still counts as one.
Biltong tried to join a sheep seven. Different species. Different queue.
Soft eye kept the groups true. Numbers without soft eye become shove maths.
Thinking Cap habit: group, then count groups. Cap does not invent sheep.
Little Thunder stood clear of the race like a sensible mahogany fence post.
Kids: twenty-one toys in three piles of seven. Skip-count by sevens.
Muster maths can be a rhythm — then a latch.
Lead keeps the count and the kindness together.
Three groups of seven = twenty-one.
Three groups of seven = twenty-one.